[identity profile] lexcorp-media.livejournal.com
"--reports are still coming in on the JLA and Titan clash in New Jersey--"

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"--Yeah, long-time listener, first-time caller. I think you're right on about it being aliens. No way would the Titans fight the League--"

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"--of the Department of Corrections has said he will hold a press conference later this evening concerning today's Alcatraz outbreak, but did say that the Titans were of 'great assistance' in containing--"

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"--don't think it's aliens, 'cause this planet's under interdiction from the Galactic Brotherhood Federation. My sister channels the Doyenne of the Repeated Meme, and she says--"

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"--jet has been spotted heading towards S.T.A.R. Hospital, presumably seeking medical attention for any Titans injured into today's--"
[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com
Robin's figured out who was behind the Alcatraz breakout and gave assistance to the most dangerous metahuman prisoners. Mammoth and Shimmer.

Where there's one, there's the other, and both are tied to Dr. Light. The question is if they're still here gloating, or if they're long gone. Nightwing glances down at the small device in his hand that shows his daughter's condition.

It's worsening.

Fingers close over it once more, a new and cold determination taking hold.

"Nightwing to all Titans. Mammoth and Shimmer are behind this breakout, and we've got reason to believe they're still here. We find them, it's a short hop to find Light. Omen - do your thing. Flush these pieces of filth out."
[identity profile] oracle-watching.livejournal.com
Right now Oracle wants nothing more than to hail the Watchtower and talk to her husband, find out how their daughter is doing, find out when they can both come home. But she has to satisfy herself with occasionally glancing at the medical records as they're updated in the Watchtower sick bay. It's not enough. But it's all she has time for.

Emergency services dispatched to the STAR lab in upstate New Jersey. Doing what she can to pass along promising lines of data to the right researchers. Resisting the urge to flame a few thousand idiots to a crisp because they can't stop blogging about stupid stuff that doesn't matter even when there isn't a crisis going on. Every once in a while she permits herself a bite of the sandwiches Zinda has been making for her.

Then all of a sudden, emergency channels erupt. Department of Corrections--New Jersey, Louisiana, California. Federal, state, local--

Mayday, mayday, prison break--oh, God, please help us--they're everywhere--there was this monster--there were these things--Blackgate--Belle Reve--Alcatraz--they're heading for Arkham--for San Francisco--for us right now--is anyone receiving--been trying--been jammed--20 minutes--lifetime--they're laughing--screaming--shots fired.

Officer down, officer down!


Chicago lights up her inputs next: no prison break, but something going on. Magical? It doesn't make sense. She hates everything that doesn't make sense, which means she hates a lot of things right now.

She goes wideband:

"This is Oracle to JLA, JSA, Titans, all affiliated groups. We have multiple prison riots. Locations known to include Blackgate, Belle Reve, Alcatraz. Law enforcement communications jammed 20 minutes ago. Multiple metahuman fugitives, all locations. Reports still coming in--"
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
Alcatraz was cracked open and the prisoners spilled free eagerly, but not everyone was spirited off the Rock. Some prisoners had only themselves to blame for that: they were too distracted by the chance to take revenge against the guards or the prison itself to grasp the larger freedom that awaited them across the Bay. As for the rest of the population....

A select few were taken directly to the mainland.

Many others were supplied with inflatable rafts equipped with small lightweight engines.

Some were given inflatable rafts and a set of oars.

Others, either through desperation or cunning, headed for the prison's own docks, where official motorboats awaited those able to overpower the guards.

The warden barricaded himself in his office and continued to sound the mayday, hoping that some help--any help--would arrive soon, before the Rock crumbled into the waters.
[identity profile] blackknightone.livejournal.com
He didn't resist, doing just as he was told to do. Walk into the large empty room and sit in the single chair in the middle of the room. The room was impossibly dark save for a light beam of light that illuminated the chair. He sat with the slightly nervous look of someone awaiting an unpleasent unknown.

"This is Thursday, the 22nd of June. This is the question of the man known as Jack Slater, aka Black Knight One. Questioning begin."

War's end

May. 18th, 2006 10:53 am
[identity profile] amazon-diana.livejournal.com
Do they matter?—those dreams from the pit?...
You can drink and forget and be glad,
And people won't say that you're mad;
For they'll know you've fought for your country
And no one will worry a bit.
*

As quickly as it had begun it was over. A lark sang in the silence following the retreat of the aircraft, only to be filled with the sounds of pain from the injured and the stirring of feet moving to help.

This is not the first war fought on their soil, the Gods warred across the island and shattered it in their wake, Darkseid and his parademons did the same. Since leaving the protection of the mists Themyscira has held out it's hand to help and had to rebuild time and time again.

Those who had been unable to leave the island because they were injured are being held prisoner for breaking Themysciran law and setting foot on their soil. Their only real crime is following orders and being born male, it makes Diana want to rage and weep at the steps backwards they have taken over this. That she cannot ask her friends to come stand by her side because they were born with different chromosomes makes her want to hit things, and she is glad for the first time Hyppolyta is not here, it means she does not have to see what has been done here.

For a moment while helping with the injured her hands had begun to revert to clay and crumble apart, but it was only a moment before they were flesh again although the cracks in the clay had left wounds in the flesh. It is a grim omen for things to come.

"Diana!" one of the warriors skids to a halt at her side, "They took the one who helped us, the one in the armor, he is being held prisoner and being sentenced to death!" There are many who don't agree with the orders left by Artemis...Artemis who now cannot be found.

"I will come, go find Io and Donna and tell them we must set the prisoners free." Otherwise this will all start again...


* Siegfried Sassoon - Does it matter?
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
Wave after wave of Scylla-8 mantanks clamber upon Themyscira, powerful pacification weapons their primary armament. The island is rapidly flooded with tear gas, smoke and the fog of war; visibility rapidly drops to near-nothing.

Certain of these armored soldiers, though, have different orders than mere invasion...

The Garden

May. 12th, 2006 10:48 pm
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
There were three piles of scored earth, dead vegatation, and rubble neatly piled off of the garden grounds. What work had been done was completed with incredible haste, but it was more than enough to begin a resurrection. A shovel that did not belong on the island had been left on one of the paths. Stacked clay pots had been left in a scattered pattern between rows of new plants. The bare bones of what had been the central part of the garden burst with life. The majority of the plants were common types that had been rushed into the earth. Some plants had never been in the garden before, vibrant with exotic colors that brought a different style. Foot prints in the soil show where most of the work had been done. The gardener had spent alot of time around groups of rare plants that were put into the earth with a layer of moist top soil cradling each stem. It was clear that most of the time had been spent around the base of the new display. The base had been the focal point of the new garden with all of the previous plants framing it like a homecoming. In one line, over 25 different species of flora from New Tamaran had been given a new home.

A gold mask broken in half sat on the trail, acting as a paperweight for a stack of photos. The first photo showed the first meeting of Starfire, Wallace, and Luum in the bowels of a Tamaranian dungeon. The second, Pharras' fear striken face at the end of a pistol. The third, Billy Batson restrained in a chair with a reflection of Lex Luthor in the glass. A fourth picture shows a chummy Lex Luthor in the company of Circe. Underneath the photos, a lead capsule lay partially stuck in the dirt. Inside the capsule, a small shard of green kyrptonite.

A set of footprints lead away from the garden....
[identity profile] blackknightone.livejournal.com
“Maybe we can help each other?”

What a stupid question. ’

I had a lot of time to think while making my way back to the Warehouse. I spent the first couple of minutes going over my plan to cover up my actions. First was to blame that smoking Guard for the breach in security. Not only could I hit him for the propped open door, but also the security camera I moved. ‘He turned the security camera so it would not be noticed that he was smoking out the side door.’ Yeah, I’ll write it like that.

Next was, ‘You saw me do what?’ I practiced the phrase in my head trying to find the most intimidating way of saying it. It would be followed with a ‘Explain to me exactly what you saw’. I’d keep repeating that until I was not included in the description. Then set up for the finisher would be, “You saw a man in black assisting the Black Canary, right?” There are a stacks of photos of active men in black heroes that I can show to confuse. Doing the interviews without my outfit will help too. Obscure the truth, lie, make people not even trust themselves.

What is the truth? I spent the rest of my journey on that subject.

“Maybe we can help each other?” It wasn’t even what I meant. I meant, ’will you help me?”

I have been involved in three kidnappings(four if you count Starfire, but for once I didn’t do it.) and each time I have tried to get others involved(or get involved). I want others to think I am someone that can help…someone to want to keep around….only if they don’t ask too many questions.

There is the fundamental flaw. Something has to change…I hate this crummy job.
[identity profile] alt-minds2.livejournal.com
They've piled into Canary's convertable and sped off into the Gotham night.

Aurora started shifting back to normal, riding out the woozy feeling and the vague memories that come after a "freak out." She's curled in on herself, still a little cold now that the shredded scrubs aren't providing much insulation between her skin and the cold car seats. she's concentrating on staying down, out of sight of the windows.

She scowls at Slater. She doesn't remember much, but he was...helping them? Maybe he didn't like Luthor, either, or maybe...

She keeps silent and glum, curled up in the back. If they're being set up, then it's just a matter of time.

"You angry with me, Ms. Lance?"
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_black_canary_/
The first photo had been of Aurora, in chains, an inhibitor collar around her neck. The map on the back had led the Canary here.

The second photo had been of Billy Batson, one of those nasty little worms she'd heard about heading for his ear.

The third photo had caught her attention for another reason: Connor Hawke, being handed over to Roulette. The House. She could still taste the dust from that raid last year, when she and his father the Green Arrow (not Ollie--just think of him as the Green Arrow) had teamed up with Deadshot to get Connor out.

She left a brief message for Oracle, then started circling the warehouse, looking for guards, surveillance equipment ... anything that would interfere with her rescuing Aurora.
[identity profile] blackknightone.livejournal.com
I returned from attacking the cape, he said he met me before. Most likely something to rattle my chain. If he had met me before it was most likely from the House mission, met a lot of people there. Not that it matters, the only thing he would have meet would have been a mask. It the only thing he could know about.

Mercy is right inside the door and immediately questions me.

“What did you accomplish?”
“Hit on a cape in Gotham. Every vigilante in the city will be looking for a man in a black mask.” I handed her the photos that my mask had taken. Me attacking the cape and me kicking him into the wall. Then a good one of me threatening the cape with a gun. “Word on the street is this is someone called the Red Robin. Has to be a Batman associate of some type.”
“This will give us two days?” she asked.
“Maybe, you hit one costume you stir up the bunch. Which would you worry about more? Someone who just beat up one of your friends, or someone that just made the 48 hour mark on a missing persons report.”
Mercy nodded in agreement, a wicked smirk crossed her lips. “Very good, Slater. I’ll let the President know.” She passed by to walk back up the hall.

I entered Aurora’s holding cell, the Scientists were collecting their equipment. They had apparently decided to finish for the day and I wordlessly let them walk past me. The Lead Scientist does a final check of the restrains and the power inhibitors before leaving. Once alone, Slater walks out of the view of the security camera and places a small charge, about the size of a quarter, on back of the device. It clicked on with an audible ‘beep’.

The waiting game had begun.
[identity profile] blackknightone.livejournal.com
The one thing you could count on in Luthor’s camp was a steady supply of secret locations. Untraceable ownership records that do not lead to LexCorp, purchased with laundered money from Cayman Bank accounts. Already, Slater had been a guest at several of them for one reason or the other. This time it was at Lex’s rediscovered trust in Slater’s success. To guard a captive that had been a thorn in Luthor’s side for a few years. What was bothering Slater about it was how one activist could be a big enough thorn to warrant such treatment? She was a metahuman, but nothing of the likes of Superman or the Justice League. Slater had never heard of her in either the newspapers or in the US Marshal criminal files. Her activism and demonstrations had been completely non-violent and in a scale that made it easy to keep out of the public eye. LexCorp had a whole division devoted to public opinion and it never failed. This made Lex’s interest in this one protester so odd. Odd enough to peak Slater’s interest and put his nose to the grind stone to find out exactly what he had gotten into this time.

Working for Lex wasn’t like making a deal with the Devil. It was more like working on a fishing boat. You follow orders and do your job, but you had no idea what you were going to dredge up in the nets. Could just be the tuna your job said you were going for, or it could be a dolphin which was what Lex really wanted all the time. The unlimited resources of LexCorp at work creating fronts for fronts to front a front that really was into something crooked. It made him laugh thinking about it, but it was clear this girl was a dolphin. The question remained, why?

The girl had; a backpack, a set of keys, and a small stack of anti-LexCorp pamphlets in her back pocket. The backpack contained a day planner, a small lunch bag with a trail mix style meal and bottled water. First he went for the day planner. It didn’t have a driver’s license but did have a Star City University student ID, a social security card, and other various ids. Her name is Aurora Andersen and seems to be like any other hippie, flower child, nothing special so far. He started turning the pages on the planner going back a couple of weeks. Some days are noted about ‘meeting Gar’ with a happy face next to it, ‘work’ with a time next to it. The name ‘Gar’ rang a bell, didn’t know why, must be someone special. No note about where she worked yet, but he flipped a few page into the future and saw that she had already missed two days of work. Someone by now would know she is missing and be looking for her.

He shifted in the seat to get in front of a keyboard logging into the US Marshal’s database with Johnathan Ralsmith’s username and password. Did a search on the Social Security number and got a few hits. Been arrested a couple times on simple charges involving protests and always bailed out by the more liberal organizations. A missing persons report, closed a few days later when she turned up unharmed, no foul play. Current whereabouts put her in Gotham living in an apartment not far from the college. Current employment…. Sherwood Florist…. Fuck… He read the address but didn’t have to. He had been there before, out being a jackass for fun. He was ordering flowers for Detective Montoya and Amanda Waller from none other than Dinah Lance, the Black Canary.

He shut off the computer. The computer itself was behind a LexCorp secure mainframe, but the information on the US Marshal Database wasn’t. The Justice League had their own methods and hacking into the database was well within their ability. This wasn’t making any dam sense. The JLA don’t hang out with criminals, and hippie chicks don’t make a point of pissing off CEOs this badly. This stank like dead dolphins.

Slater started thinking about the type of traffic that had been coming and going from here lately. Mostly the security detail from LexCorp executive protection services, but this morning a Lab crew showed up with a lot of equipment. I knew it was important stuff because Mercy is with them they had been doing all sorts of observations on the girl and were getting ready to do something. It was time to stick my nose in all this.

He suited up in the Black Knight One outfit, helmet, flak jacket and all, and then made my way to the holding room. They were trying to take some samples of either blood or skin. As soon as I walked in the door they turned to me.

“What are you dong in here?” demanded the lead scientist,”I requested that we not be disturbed!” He was a short man of arrogance and used to being catered too. I felt the best way was to remind him his place.
“Are you going to remove me?” He nodded for an assist to lead me out of the room. When the assistant reached out to take my arm, I floored him hard. “I asked are you going to remove me.” He stared at me, clearly unsure of what to do with what he felt was a subordinate that he couldn’t order around.
“Get me security.” He finally demanded, knowing that he couldn’t do a dam thing about me being in the room.
“He is security.” The reply came from the back of the room. It was Mercy. She nodded to the Scientist to continue working, and then nodded me out of the room. Dealing with her is easy enough; you have to provoke her sense of loyalty to Lex.
“Lex will be real pissed if these scientists screw up and she gets away. Can you stop her?” I asked with a professional tone. Mercy, nodded a reluctant agreement and walked across the room to me.
“What is the meaning of this?” asked Mercy in annoyed hushed tones.
“We need to move her “I replied quietly with a sense of urgency.
“Why?” I showed Mercy printouts of the girl’s current employment record and a copy of the Sherwood Florist business license proving ownership to Dinah Lance. She mulled the information in her head, and turned to the Scientists. “We have to move her, now.”
“We can’t.” insisted the Scientist, “Everything won’t be ready for two days. We’ve talked about this.” Good information to know, but why?
Mercy turned back to me and quietly asked,”Can we wait two days.”
“Possibly, they would know by now that she is missing, but not know where to look for her. I would say definitely ‘yes’, but this is Gotham.” She understood my reference to Batman, and nodded in agreement,”Why can’t we move her?”
“Lex is being very careful about this, and trying to keep it under the radar. He’s arraigned for the faculty to be ready, which will take three days. There is a regular shipment of product from a LexCorp owned warehouse that goes to Denver in two days. No one will suspect a regular trucking schedule.”
“Why not fly her out of here now?”
“Too obvious, once they figure out she’s gone, they will be looking for all of the obvious escape routes. We wait a few days and move her out like nothing is different.”
“You didn’t tell me this.”
“You didn’t need to know until now.”

I started looking around the room at the scientists. They had several manila folders that were worn with use and full with papers. All of them were marked ‘Classified’, ‘LexCorp’, and ‘Vorsipellem’. It all started to fit together, but there was a missing piece of information. ‘Vorsipellem’, what the hell did that mean? It was treated in print as a name of a project, professionally written on the tabs of the folders. It was clear that this girl had been apart of a LexCorp experiment and escaped. It hit Slater that he didn’t bring in a dangerous metahuman criminal, or a threat to Lex Luthor. He brought in a test subject that had escaped. The thought made him sick. Having been a test subject all of his life he understood what the girl was going through. Slater had done worse things before in his life, why did this bother him? He kidnapped Billy Batson, and didn’t feel this way.

‘That’s because’, Slater thought to himself,’ I never intended to let Luthor have him long enough to do anything. I tried to warn the Justice League and tried to control the situation as much as I could with out blowing my cover. Doing the job myself meant that Billy’s family wouldn’t come to harm during the kidnapping and no one would get seriously hurt. That one spun out of control, but fortunately no one got seriously hurt. This time is so different…..why?’ His answer was Aurora’s hair, not the hair specifically, but the hair color. Long very light blonde wavy hair just like someone else’s in his past. Someone very close, Urban Blue, the only person he had gotten close enough to love. Slater saw her die in a mission and he was never the same. It took him years to get over it, and it still haunted him. He immediately changed his feelings for Aurora in a wave of guilt. Aurora must be freed, but how? He started to walk out of the room.
“Where are you going?’ Mercy demanded not hiding her annoyance.
“I’m going to give you two days” Slater replied.
“How?”
“By giving the Heroes something else to worry about.”
“What?”
“Me.” I left the room.
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
It's a crowd. A big one. Not every day the president comes into town after all. The reporters stake out the place like vultures as the press conference goes on inside.

One of them, a blow-dried sort from an "independent" station speaks into the mike. "And President Luthor has been in Gotham this week hammering out a new agreement with the CEOS of the top thirty companies in the country to regulate domestic and interanational trade. It is the president's first public appearance after the globe-wide plague..."

Just out of camera range - and staying that way - are the protesters. They carry cardboard and cardstock signs, bedsheet banners, and hand out leafets, most of which are summarily tossed. The GCPD horseback detail have them surrounded and are looking for an excuse.

LEXCORP = SLAVE LABOR
HEY, LEXIE, HEY! HOW MANY COUNTRIES DID YOU POLLUTE TODAY!
LEX LUTHOR - A SUPERVILLIAN ON CIVIL RIGHTS
THE ELECTION WAS RIGGED! LUTHOR LIED!

The press is trying to avoid looking their direction, but it hasn't escaped the notice of the conference members inside the hotel...
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_robin_/
Having lost track of the van carrying Superboy, Robin, Starfire, Wondergirl and Tempest have met up to discuss their next move.

Meeting at the Kents farm seemed the best option, due to it's remote location and co-operative residents.

Robin toys with some maize thoughtfully, only barely registering amusement that the plant is taller than him. This place, with its wide-open spaces, unsettles him somewhat, though he appreciates being able to hide amoungst the crops.


"So you're certain it was Checkmate operatives that took Superboy?"
[identity profile] jakeem-thunder.livejournal.com
Having tracked the kidnapped Billy Batson (Captain Marvel) to the Gotham Penitentiary, the JSA are battling hard to free him -- and the battle is not going well. Despite the bravery and strength of the JSA, and Wonder Woman and Ibn Al Xuff, Wildcat is out of the battle, and the other's have all taken hard hits.

Cloaked in a protective barrier of green flame, and supporting their stunned team mates, the JSA press forward, determined to reach Marvel. Ibn's unconscious, having used all his strength fighting the mechanical attack, Mary Marvel is likewise unconscious. Jakeem's in front, looking out for the Thunderboltwho was sent ahead to help Marvel.

He ducks round a corner, coming face to face with a stranger, face hidden by the helmet he wears, with an unconscious boy who can only be Billy.

"The hell -- what are you doing to him?"

Behind them, the battle continues.
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
:: Descending down a flight of security stairs into the sub levels of the prison, Wildcat takes point for the team. He maintains a crouched position as he silently makes his way.

Behind him Wonder Woman, moderately bruised yet determined, follows next to the strange and enigmatic Ibn al-Xu’ffasc. Supported by an exhausted Jakeem and a wounded Corrine, a groggy Alan Scott, the Original Green Lantern, also follows. Bringing up the rear, a very bruised and wounded Mary Marvel leans on the shoulder of Jay Garrick, the Original Flash. ::

*Wildcat sniffs the air and starts feeling light headed. *
“Something smells funny.” he says, and his knees start to give out as spots appear before his eyes.
[identity profile] lexcorp-media.livejournal.com
WASHINGTON – The Senate was rocked today when Sen. Neptune Perkins, D-Hawaii, insinuated that he had enough votes to pass the controversial McCain-Perkins Metahuman Weapons Restrictions bill should it come to a floor vote.

The bill – long thought dead as Republican leaders criticized its potential impact on national security and many Democrats preferred to concentrate political capital on domestic affairs – has developed a slowly growing following, attracting an odd collection of anti-war activists seeking to limit the use of what Perkins calls “Human Weapons of Mass Destruction” in combat, and members of the Christian Right, opposed to genetic experimentation.

“We cannot outlaw metahumans outright,” said Perkins in remarks on the Senate floor, “but that does not mean that it is wise to create them outright.”

A Pentagon spokesperson said there were no records of the U.S. government creating superhumans, although Amnesty International and other groups have claimed experiments have occurred in secret, off and on, since World War II. The international human rights organization says such programs also exist in several countries, particularly in Europe and the Middle East.

A spokesperson for President Luthor declined to comment, saying the President had not yet seen the text of the bill.

“Metahumans are not going away,” said Perkins. “There will always be cosmic rays, chemical accidents and the like which will grant humans powers. There will always be genetic mutations. This is simply an act of God.

But we cannot, cannot put ourselves in God’s shoes. Neither the u.S. government nor its corporations should be in the business of creating superhumans.

A spokesperson for Perkins’ office said that, should the bill be passed into law, the next step would be to force an international treaty and creating an international watchdog group, possibly through the U.N., to prevent human experimentation for the purposes of creating metahumans.

Previous, broader efforts to regulate metahumans have failed, and Perkins himself was once greatly embarrassed in his efforts to control the activities of the now-defunct superhero team, Young Justice.

"This isn't about controlling super-heroes," said Perkins. "This is about preventing a new arms race."
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
Metropolis

A large Waynetech owned freight semi pulls into town. At a large gas station, it stops and the driver looks to his sleeping passenger.

" Hey kid, wake up we’re here."

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